"Right you are. Harry's helping me with all those manners I tried to forget so hard." He smirked at Remus. "Come on in, mate. Have tea. And a house and a life and never leave again."

Maybe he was going slightly overboard, but he reached for Remus' hand and gave it a squeeze, trying to put into his expression all that he felt. A mess of emotions, really. He hadn't even properly processed it yet. That Remus really believed him. That someone believed him. "Remus said he wants to help me teach you, Harry."